Catastrophe Card King

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The people of the Silver Moon Sect reclaimed that vital “moon”.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t too surprised.

That previous use of forbidden magic combined with spirit communication truly was a stroke of genius.

It would be really strange if all that commotion resulted in them not being able to reclaim anything.

“Is it really over?”

Leonard Churchill’s frowned brows did not relax, and he felt as if something was missing.

It seemed that the auction had come to an end.

The Old Days Believers left, and the massive bone dragon and the zombie giant dissipated into a black mist, disappearing into the air.

Regardless of whether the fleeing Silver Moon Disciples would be caught, once the people retreated, the robbery had officially concluded.

Leonard Churchill watched the gradually quieting auction hall from afar, feeling a small amount of disappointment with nowhere to go.

What a pity.

He had thought he might be able to gain some advantage.

Because he did not participate,

he also had no sense of involvement.

Leonard Churchill pouted.

Right now, he felt like the excitement was over.

But suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

Wait…

That’s not right!

Leonard Churchill remembered the secret message he had cracked from the

Silver Moon Mirror earlier.

Wasn’t there supposed to be an escape plan?

With such a situation, who exactly could that “dark ghost” Old Ford help escape?

Whoever steals the “moon” must be a top-level expert of the Silver Moon Sect, and those in pursuit are also experts.

Can these people be aided by a lowly ‘first tier’ Old Ford?

With this insight, his train of thought suddenly opened up.

Leonard Churchill’s eyes flashed, and he instantly realized something. “Old

Ford isn’t there to help them, but someone else!”

Looking at the chaotic streets, a clearer thought surfaced in his mind.

He subtly felt that the Silver Moon Sect still had an ace up their sleeve.

With a flash of brilliance in his mind, Leonard Churchill’s eyes sharpened, and he guessed something. “That guy… is there to help an inner ghost escape!”

Leonard Churchill had previously speculated about a plan.

That involved using an inside man within the Golden Oak to steal the items.

But he thought that if he could think of it, then others could too.

These treasures must be heavily guarded, and the chances of stealing them are very low.

So he didn’t think this plan was feasible.

Truth be told, the Silver Moon Disciples chose to attack fiercely.

However.

This is the brilliance of it.

Rather than having a few people quietly steal, this bold move, although risky and costly, ensured they could not take everything.

Managing to steal one “moon” was already pretty good.

But what if they wanted to take more items away? What should they do?

So, underneath this upfront plan A, there was a hidden plan B!

Previously, the conditions for “stealing” were not met.

But they were met now!

Before, the place was heavily guarded.

But now, the security has been terribly breached.

The massive chaos caused by the fight, along with someone attracting the majority of the forces, what better opportunity could there be?

Moreover, Leonard Churchill had previously seen the auction items; whether it was the Mithril Spirit Medium or some other items imbued with divinity, none could be put into the Storage Ring.

Such targets are large.

Even if an inside man wants to take them out, the likelihood of getting discovered is high.

So, they need a diversion!

“It can almost be confirmed that the ‘dark ghost’ Old Ford is there to aid the

inside man…”

Thinking logically along these lines, Leonard Churchill quickly figured out a lot.

And when he thought of this plan B, he strangely felt a sense of familiarity.

Wasn’t this his previous operation?

To sneak those things out of the heavily guarded auction house along with the inside man, he had to have an unsuspected identity.

The identity he had previously utilized as a Corpse Collector, along with hiding objects in bodies, allowed him to stealthily obtain two spirit mediums.

Now it seems like the people of the Silver Moon Sect want to use the same method.

But the bodies would only be cleared after a thorough examination of the battlefield, thus the Corpse Collectors would only enter then…

Surely, this identity wouldn’t work.

So, the identity the escapee used is one that could arrive at the scene immediately and not be suspected.

Right at this moment, Leonard Churchill saw the firetrucks and rescue vehicles zooming by on the street and he had a hunch about their plan. He thought to himself: “Hospital Ambulance!”

Only a hospital ambulance can remove the wounded from the scene at the earliest possible time.

There was still one problem.

The previous spirit mediums were hidden, but now these auction items are public.

If they wanted to take them away, the sooner, the less risky.

It was best to get them away while everyone was still unresponsive.

“Now is the best time!”

Staring intently at the chaotic auction venue in the distance, Leonard Churchill had a moment of enlightenment.

With the experts of both the Golden Oak and the Hunter’s Association in pursuit, now is the best time for the inside man to slip away!

“I can do it!”

Thinking up to here, Leonard Churchill’s blood boiled.

The top-level experts of the Silver Moon Sect had gone to fight, drawing attention away, and those behind the escape were mere subordinates.

The less conspicuous they are, the less likely they are to be noticed. Moreover, he guessed that the inside man might even be badly injured. First, an injured person can leave in an ambulance, and second, only one who hid the items in their body can deceive people!

Only when these two conditions are met at the same time can the risk of being discovered be minimized.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Leonard Churchill didn’t hesitate and leaped from the loft.

Utilizing a mechanical hook, he moved like a pendulum between the houses and quickly arrived at a crossroad.

“The nearby hospitals are located at… 17 Birch Street, 116 Bennett Street, 74 Steam Street…”

Leonard Churchill’s mind was clear as a map of Sinless City that he had bought earlier was etched into his memory. After all, he had come here in the afternoon and already observed every intersection.

This place is a must-pass for all ambulances..